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I have spoken of Penn Scripter before and here is where I reveal all!
To answer the question, WHO IS PENN SSCRIPTER?
The short of it is simply Penn Scripter is the mother-daughter writing team of unexpected paranormal romance.
Here's the Long of it
Penn Scripter is the nom de plume for the writing team of S.N. and Carol McKibben. This mother-daughter combo writes unexpected paranormal romance. Separately, they each have a healthy list of novels.
S.N. McKibben dirty stories revolving around social taboos, none of which is for the weak of heart. Some of the material is adult, strong language and opinions, and, yes, sex. Among her titles you’ll find: Cougar Bait in the Coffee Shop; The Demon Inside Me; Dr. Vampyre; The Spoils of Allsveil; and Escape to Vampire Dam.
Carol McKibben is known as “the author who writes from a dog’s eyes.” Her love of animals, especially dogs and horses, is obvious in everything she writes. Unconditional love is the theme that runs through all her books, which to date have been narrated by dogs or wolves. Her books include award-winning Luke’s Tale – A Story of Unconditional Love; Snow Blood Seasons 1-5 - A Vampire Mystery Thriller Series; Moon Blood Books 1-5 – The First Blood Son Series; and Kane – The First Blood Son Prequel, some of which may be surprising love stories.
The two authors have combined their talents and interests to produce unexpected paranormal romance that will include fantasy, mythology, paranormal, dogs and horses, relationships, unusual circumstances, and, of course, romance.
Current projects include a fantasy novel entitled, Triad, and a contemporary paranormal romance, The Transformation of Charlie.
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The Faces Behind the Name
That's me on the right and my mom on the left.
Carol McKibben is an animal rescuer and momma to several breeds of dogs including Huskies, Labrador Retrievers, and a German Short-Haired Pointer. She's also one half of Penn Scripter, the mother/daughter writing team of Carol & Stephanie McKibben. Each bring their own flavor to the paranormal stories they write together. With their combined powers limitless possibilities abound! While both love paranormal, Stephanie brings romance, and Carol brings the unexpected. Sound like your kind of read? Get your free excerpt of The Demon of Reginhart here:
We have a private facebook group for our fellow street team and V.I.R.'s but our Facebook Page is open to everyone!
5 Fun Facts You Didn't Know About Us
1. Penn Scripter is a mother/daughter team writing unexpected paranormal romance.
2. Penn Scripter does not write light and fluffy stories.
3. Expect the unexpected in every story Penn Scripter writes.
4. Penn Scripter is the pseudonym for the combined efforts of two writers that love paranormal.
5. Both authors of the Penn Scripter nom de plume are involved in dog rescue.
The Latest Update
Our debut is going to be The Demon of Reginhart that will be released Winter 2020. We have not set a date as of yet, but it will be in early December. Hence, why I'm teasing it now!
Speaking of... here is a book trailer for The Demon of Reginhart!
The Demon of Reginhart
After years of relentless battle, a pact between an unyielding mage and the demon that would possess him created Marcus, a personality with his own mind and body who encases them all.
But the demon within is not willing to curb its blood lust. After Marcus attempts to restrain the demon and fails, an army is sent to destroy Marcus. Upon their meeting, the king of Benicar presses Marcus for a truce and convinces him to serve under his banner in a war between nations.
Dispatched to another town Marcus finds Platt, a beautiful farm girl with a mysterious gift he believes could bring true peace between the mage and the demon inside of him. But soon after he settles in the town of Reginhart his neat and tidy world becomes unraveled.
This excerpt is the first look of The Demon of Reginhart only for those truly interested! See you on the other side!
Corran Antilles is having a bad life. Schlepping cargo for the Federation doesn't pay. Even worse, the corporate hauler assigned to him malfunctions inside Trevithick Station. Before Corran's ship trouble costs him his life, he's able to land, but at the price of his job. Down on his luck, with no money and no way to get home, Corran thinks he’s hit the jackpot when a stranger approaches and offers him the chance of a lifetime. But of course, nothing in the Federation is free, and there's always a catch.
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This maybe the last of the FREE published stories that I've won an award for so pay attention! Below is CHAPTER 5 of "Dangerous Gamble".
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Last we saw Corran, he'd met up with Aurellio Crown and found out from Dalton (the bartender at the Star and Garter) that their predicament was all about a bet. Imperials vs. Ferderation. This is our conclusion to the story!
An Elite Dangerous FanFic
© 2015 S.N.McKibben
6 Months Later
“Corran! Get over here!” Aurellio yelled over the comm. “He’s here, and he’s with that snooty CEO.”
“I’m almost there!” I shot back.
My new Viper was a hell of a lot faster than the Sidewinder, but trying to maneuver this thing after honing my circle technique was a bitch. After landing, I ran to the Star and Garter. Skidding to a halt just outside the entrance next to Aurellio, I leaned over to catch my breath.
He held a decanter of Bast snake gin in one hand while peeking inside the bar.
“You first,” I heaved between breaths.
Aurellio didn’t need a second invitation. He strutted over to the table where Felix and Ourora were conducting their business. I listened in and watched a few heads follow my friend and co-conspirator. He didn’t hesitate and walked up to them like an invited guest.
“Felix!” Aurellio set the booze on their table. That was his idea to punctuate his acknowledgement of the indignities he’d overcome during this whole event. “I just wanted to say, thank you for the past.”
Mr. Wulfhart smiled with a knowing pride. If I had to guess, I think Felix had expected Aurellio to confront him about his dangerous gamble.
I pushed off the wall and headed for their table. Ourora looked peeved. She didn’t appreciate the interruption. Too damn bad. I ignored her and stepped up next to Aurellio as he said, “If I’d known you liked Bast snake gin so much, I would’ve spared you the effort.”
“That was not the point,” Felix mused with a know-it-all grin.
“Hello, Mr. Wulfhart,” I said.
Felix flashed me a brilliant smile. His owl-like persona was intensified by the glasses distorting his eyes. “Greetings, Corran. How are you?”
“Very well, thank you, sir.”
Felix beamed at us like a proud father. “How are you liking your new Viper? Faster, isn’t it?”
The weight of Ourora’s murderous glare almost pulled my attention away from the conversation. Thank goodness for Aurellio jabbing me in the gut.
“I wanted to return your Sidewinder. It’s in excellent working order.” Unlike some haulers I’ve flown before. “I’m no longer in need of it.”
“Oh?” Felix said. “The Sidewinder is yours. No need to return it.”
“I appreciate that, sir, but I’d rather you allowed someone else to use it. Preferably someone who’d like to get out of this Federation shithole.”
By the twinkle in the Imperial’s eyes, I’d done something that tickled him pink. “Very well. I’ll do that.”
I stuck out my hand and he shook it.
Aurellio gave a salute, turned and walked off. I followed at first. Then, unable to resist, I turned back and said, “Oh, and sir, if you happen to want a hauler for small cargo or need a bounty hunter, I’m for hire. Unfortunately I don’t take Federation jobs, but I’m willing to drop by if you’re ever in need.”
Felix tilted his head back and let out a triumphant laugh that startled some of the bar’s customers. I could still hear him cackling as we walked out of the bar. Whatever the bet he had with Mrs. Kingsley, I was sure I’d just won it for him—tenfold.
∞ End ∞
This concludes the short story "Dangerous Gamble". Thank you so much for reading!
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